Akodo Touki wrote:
Clearing his throat, Touki's chin tilted upwards, just a little, highlighting the masculine lines of his features. "I'm sure it is just the chill of the wind, miss." Touki deflected. His dark eyes flickered to her, scanning her features. Would he find a similar blush on her lovely face? A glint of interest in her eyes?
How long had it been since anyone had shown an interest in him? Or, perhaps more pertinently, how long since he'd shown interest in someone else?
Touki's breath briefly caught as Sara shifted closer still. The thought that she was a temptress sent to suborn him crossed his mind... but suborn him to what? "They are." Touki murmured. "Caution, though, is acceptable." He paused a moment. "I note that you do not mention desire, Shosuro-san."
He shifted again. This time, he let his knee brush against hers, the warmth of him tangible.
"I would not wish you to fall ill, dear Akodo-san." Her eyes and lips smiled at him, her pale skin white as the falling snow. "Caution? You are quite right. Desire?" She placed a finger on her lower lip. "Mhm, what about it Akodo-san?"